#genshin scaramouche
scaramouche in a hanfu
i got childe last minute and i love life
Scara stans how are y’all feeling today
apologies for the radio silence folks, not sure if any of my tumblr followers like genshin but eh worth a shot here’s some sketches
Summary: When Prince Scaramouche picks you out of a random group of commoners to marry, your life is turned upside down. He’s mean, snarky, condescending and he doesn’t act like a proper husband or prince at all. However, when Prince Tartaglia from the neighbouring kingdom takes an interest in you, Prince Scaramouche finds himself even more annoyed than usual. This is the story of him and you navigating this roller coaster of a relationship.
Warnings: Just lots of dialogue and retelling in this chapter, not much actual Scaramouche in this story. Little Scaramouche makes an appearance for like, 20 cute seconds, haha. We’re going to the main action plot, so it’s not really sunshine and daisies, tw: death, does not follow the actual genshin lore but takes ideas from it, this is kinda looking more like a royal+fantasyAU hahaha sorry.
Word Count: 2.1k words
Summary and a recap on the Royal AU plots are here.
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“…and that’s what he said!”
You were clutching the blanket resting on your lap, looking towards Kuni who had a shocked look on his face.
“The prince…he told you this on his own accord?”
“Yes!”
Kuni fell silent.
There was no one else in the room aside from him and you.
Yet again, Scaramouche had done a disappearing act.
It seemed to be his only way of solving things: avoiding them.
Scaramouche saw the horror in your face when he told you, and instantly thought that he had made a mistake. He shouldn’t have told you. He shouldn’t have said anything. He was supposed to be the one to tell you the story, but the look in your eyes reminded him of the ghosts in past. “Just… ask Kuni about it,” then he left.
You ended up not having an appetite. Confused and rattled at the same time.
“Apologies, princess,” Kuni started with a sigh “…It’s not what it seems, perhaps when you’re all better I can explain the story to you–”
“Kuni,” you looked at the older man, stubborn persistence in your eyes. “I have to know. Right now,”
Kuni observed you for a moment, then glanced around the room, looking for a chair. He drags one over, closer to your bed, a solemn look on his face. “If at any time you feel unwell, do say so,” he clears his throat. “The prince doesn’t know how to express himself. So I believe he was…not threatening you, but instead he was merely trying to share an incident of long past…”
I never thought I’d talk about this again.
You were getting perturbed. It was like you couldn’t trust anyone around you. Being rude is one thing, but being a murderer was a completely different problem.
“It’s not what he makes it to be,” Kuni closes his eyes, memory traveling far back into the depths, snatching at tiny snippets to retell. “Simply said, it was an accident. We…have not talked about it in a long time,”
Kuni opens his eyes, wearily smiling, eyes faraway and as if in a realm different from yours.
“The prince was, just as any child was: Jovial, curious and energetic. He ran around like other kids did, and played outside in the sun just the same. I suppose he did have more of a temper than the others did, but it wasn’t anything noteworthy. Just the usual tempers a child would go through,”
“Tartaglia! That’s not fair! You said I could be the seeker next!” A younger Scaramouche stomps his foot on the ground. The surrounding garden is peaceful, and the kids playing amongst themselves are roughly the same age. Tartaglia laughs apologetically. “Ah, yeah! I forgot! It’s okay, you can be next, okay? I promise!”
Little Scaramouche puffs his cheeks out, but relents and looks for a hiding place while Tartaglia’s sister starts counting.
“Tartaglia’s father and Scaramouche’s father were good friends. The alliance between our two kingdoms were strong, we flourished with trade agreements, shared resources that the other didn’t have…I suppose that’s where the story starts. Snezhnaya ran across a discovery that was all too powerful,”
“…A fake vision?” Scaramouche’s father inspects the trinket. It looked just like the real thing.
“I wouldn’t call it a fake,” Tartaglia’s father hummed. “It works just like the real thing, potentially even more powerful…A delusion, as I call it,”
“…And what are you planning to use it for?”
“Military force, of course! Without visions, our knights are mediocre at best.”
“You mean to say that you’ve given your knights delusions?” Scaramouche’s father asks with an air of worry.
“Hydro delusions. Made from my own hydro vision. You should see them! They’re stronger than they ever were, fueled by a power they never had! My friend, imagine if we could make delusions out of your electro vision,”
“Can I interrupt you for a second there?” Your voice cuts through Kuni’s retelling. “This…vision thing. Only the nobles have them, right?”
Kuni doesn’t answer immediately. “Back then, we believed so, yes. That only the nobles were presented with such a power. However, times have changed, and we’re more open to the possibility that a vision can be granted to anyone who longed for it,”
“So…Scaramouche, the king and the queen, Tartaglia and his parents, they all have one?”
“Indeed they do. They saw it as a blessing granted to them,”
You tried not to show any apprehension or doubt in your face, but there must’ve been a hint of it appearing. A blessing, huh? You supposed it entirely depended on how people looked at it, because from where you sat and listened, it just sounded like a lot of responsibilities.
You signaled for Kuni to continue.
“I’m afraid I’ll have to decline, my friend,” Scaramouche’s father hands back the hydro delusion.
“Ah, well if you change your mind, the offer is always here,”
“It turns out that in order to make a delusion, they had to extract the element from a real vision, and so Tartaglia’s father was persistent in asking our king to lend the power of his electro vision…Our king, of course, declined. He was not the type of person to interrupt the natural flow of things…He felt that if humans interfered too much into powers that they didn’t understand, it might cause great disaster…”
You tried to follow where the story was going. From the way Kuni was telling it, it wasn’t difficult to figure out that something had gone wrong along the way. “…But the king was forced to use it, at some point?”
“Yes,” Kuni sighed. In his mind, the story is still fresh as it was yesterday. The happenings as if it just transpired. “Our peace continued, up until the neighbouring kingdom threatened to overtake us. See, we were but a small kingdom back then, milady. There was no possible way for us to fight back, not with our small military power…The King realized this…and took up the offer,”
“He agreed to make electro delusions out of his own vision?” you concluded wrongly for Kuni, who shook his head slowly.
“There was not enough time to produce electro delusions. So Prince Tartaglia’s father lent our king the hydro delusions that he already had on hand. There was no doubt about it, once our knights donned the hydro delusions, the war was over before it even started. The enemies had no chance at all. But…the king discovered a greater tragedy.”
“Accelerated aging…They’re losing their life force far too fast while using the delusions,” the royal doctor broke the news to the king, eyes filled with confusion and worry all at the same time. It was beyond the realm of what he had seen, never had he observed a human deteriorate in such a short time.
“All of them?” the king asked in horror. Watching as three of his knights remained bed-ridden for days, their hair slowly turning grey.
“It seems not. Particular people are weaker against the effects. Your captain, for instance, has yet to feel the effects of the delusions, but these three young men have been the hardest hit,”
“…Take the delusions away. All of it. Return it back to Snezhnaya,”
……….
Your head tilts up at the silence, eyes questioning Kuni when you realize that he had stopped. He seemed to be struggling with something, the same expression of contemplation appearing on his face just as it did yesterday on Scaramouche’s.
You give him time, and he breathes out a heavy sigh.
“I’m afraid…I still cannot fully explain in words what I experienced and saw that day…but the disaster happened before we could even return the delusions…Prince Scaramouche…managed to get his hands on one of the hydro delusions and…”
There’s a pregnant pause once again, and you finally feel like the story is reaching its peak. Suddenly, Kuni stands up. You sit up from your relaxed position as well, thinking that he was about to walk away and abandon the story, but he lifts his shirt up halfway.
There, on his left abdomen, right at the edge of his waist, was a large puncture wound. New, pink and rubbery skin had tried to cover up the hole that was once there. The scar looked soft to the touch, and it was clear that the deformity would never be the same again.
Your eyes were tacked on to it, the little pieces that Kuni told you melding together and forming a bigger picture. “That’s–”
“I was the captain of the knights back then,” Kuni suddenly continued, dropping his hold on the fabric. “…but I was called in far too late. When I arrived, the prince…had already taken two lives,”
You didn’t gasp, nor did you sigh. You didn’t notice that you were holding your breath.
“He was just a child, yet the delusion took to him. He was a completely different being, wrapped in an aura that wasn’t his…I was the only one who managed to wrestle the delusion away from him. When he awoke, he recalled no such events… However, with blood on his hands and the wound on my side, he quickly realized what he had done…”
Fear, or sorrow? The two were battling within you and you hadn’t a clue which one was winning.
“The prince changed after those events. And the king… took me out of knight’s duty and placed me as the prince’s guardian.”
Never had you heard silence with such an intensity.
“The incident was covered up easily…Aside from the prince, the king and the queen…Only I knew what truly transpired that day…I suppose it’s one of our kingdom’s biggest sins…to not properly honour those who fell in that tragedy…”
You couldn’t help but place a hand on your mouth and sink back to lean on the bed’s headboard, trying to picture the scene in your mind. Trying to process the entirety of the situation. How to feel about it. What to make of it. What it meant for you and for others.
I can’t pretend that I’m okay with this…
You see a flash of Scaramouche’s glare in your mind.
I can’t pretend that I’m not scared… but…does everything that happened really justify the way he treats people in the present? Shouldn’t he be more…understanding?
“…So he’s got issues to work on,” you manage to mumble out your first thoughts, and to your surprise, Kuni chuckles.
“I’m glad you think so, milady,” he starts to move the chair back to where it was supposed to be. “But do not be mistaken…it isn’t your job alone to remedy his problem.” Kuni doesn’t give any more explanation other than that. There was still much to say, but he gathered that the conversation had to be between you and the pince.
“I know you have a lot to think about, princess, so I’ll take my leave. The questions and thoughts you have right now, and the one’s you come up with can wait… I suppose the prince may have more answers and insights into it, now that he’s grown up,”
“Hardly grown up…” you mutter, and melt back down on your bed, closing your eyes to really internalize the story. “Thank you, Kuni,”
He gives a small sound of understanding before you hear him excuse himself, the sound of the door opening and closing indicating to you that he’d left.
The silence helped.
For a moment you laid in bed. Draped your arm over your eyes and merely let yourself…exist.
You asked yourself why Scaramouche always had the worst of timings.
Just when you think everything was going to be okay, he had the uncanny talent of making everything unravel again.
Why does he have to tell me…Does it have anything to do with the attempted assassination? And why now? Does he think I’m about to die or something, and this is the last chance he gets to confess?
You huffed to yourself. Thanking the Gods that your body and wound didn’t burn as much as it did anymore, but it still took a lot out of you. Though, you couldn’t completely blame him. It was you, after all, who had a moment of sheer panic in front of him, thinking you were about to take your last breath through that coughing fit. He didn’t offer any kind words, but you remember the feeling of his hand behind your head.
That really happened, I wasn’t imagining it.
That moment of vulnerability you showed. Was that what caused him to reach out? The possibilities and theories of whys and how comes were not decreasing. The more you thought about it, the more questions popped up.
In some senses, your relationship with Scaramouche was exactly the same.
You learned more about him, yet nothing about him all at the same time.
He was an infuriating mystery.
And your final thoughts before you decided to leave it for now and focus on your recovery:
That’s what I get for marrying a stranger, I guess.
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Scaramouche: I do not identify as a boy or girl, I identify as a nuisance. An irritant. A fool and a problem.
reader impact || divine punishment
series masterlist
characters:childe, scaramouche
genre: angst? probably
contains:archon quest “chapter ii: act iii - omnipresence over mortals” spoilers, baal’s divine punishment, ooc scara :(
summary:with the reveal of the newest archon quests, our streamers are not prepared for the very first canonical onscreen death.
notes:hey uhh… archon quests are slowly tearing me apart, how are y'all? also, i did this with scara and childe since it made more sense, if that’s okay!
Anon asked: Inazuma Archon Quest Spoilers!!
hello!! I hope you’re having a wonderful day! I wanted to give an idea on the Reader Impact series; perhaps, the reader taking Signora’s place and getting executed, and the characters’ reactions to that?
childe -
- okay, first off, you’re supposed to be in liyue >:(
- why did no one tell him that you were gonna be in inazuma?????
- he’s so genuinely excited to see you again.
- so… why?
- why does he feel his chest tighten as you fall to the floor?
“my… you’ve gotten… stronger since we last met… sweetheart,” you heaved, slowly turning around on the floor. childe’s character turns to look at you, only for the camera to cut to the heels of the electro archon.
she passed the traveler, staring straight ahead as if they did not exist. you looked back up at the archon, struggling to push your body up from the floor.
“you know… i’m not going down… without a fight…” you hissed, managing to push your body up. you glance over at the traveler, a determined shine in your eyes. you smile the very same smile childe had seen dozens of times before.
“your journey… is yet to be finished…” you mutter, mainly to yourself. “take care… of them, okay? just like we promised…”
and before childe could even process your words, your character charges at the electro archon.
as the legends and tales said, she delivered her divine punishment, cutting your character into pieces. you fell to the ground in a cloud of particles similar to your vision.
“…chat,” childe whispers, staring at the camera. “how… dare you… not warn me about this.”
he’ll spend the rest of the stream hugging his plush of you.
scaramouche -
- scara was already excited after seeing you in the 2.1 trailer.
- (of course, he didn’t let anyone know how excited he was.)
- seeing you again after the unreconciled stars event was, honestly, the happiest his chat has ever seen him.
- and fighting you was the most they’ve seen him hold back.
- totally not because he wanted to see you and hear you longer, no sir.
- but when that final hp disappears from the top of his screen, his heart drops.
“huh… so the rumors… were right,” you huffed as you gathered your weapon from the floor. and as the electro archon’s looming presence griws closer, scaramouche begins physicallyshaking.
“wait…” this is the most vulnerable he will be on stream. he genuinely does not like where mihoyo is taking this.
“i can’t believe… this is how… we meet,” you proclaim as the archon’s sword glows brighter. her piercing gaze doesn’t leave you, the very eyes that you share cutting through your soul.
“and to think… my journey would here… of all places…” contrary to how scaramouche would expect and hope you to react, you simply fix your posture to sit in front of the archon, your legs tucked to support your body. “with all the training… i cannot… i will not raise my hand to you.”
“hold on…”
“i hope to be welcomed to eternity once more.”
those were your final words as your body disintegrated into nothing but ash.
“…” scaramouche doesn’t say anything for the longest time. a few of his viewers complain, but the long time fans know that this scaramouche, the one they are seeing, is the most emotion they will ever see from him.
and what they don’t see is him breaking down at the mere idea of your character disappearing from memory forever.
Scaramona
Mona wanted him to shut up about the stars… but
FJDBEHZHZ SCARAMONA STANS COME HERE GET YOUR JUICE-
WHERE IS HE???
What if we put our petty rivalry on hold and studied the meteorites together? haha just kidding I hate you……..unless?
Yes I have been a Scara truther since 1.1 and I think about the unreconciled stars event every day
okay I know the popular theory is that scaramouche is a catalyst user, but what if… sword user?
Summertime Vibes
stargazing
he took her out to eat
Hello fellow scara stans
The day Scaramouche is officially announced as playable:
DO NOT REUPLOAD
Childe: Guess what I’m about to get
Scaramouche: on my fucking nerves
